Jen and I recently enjoyed a well-earned “cheat day” from the strict diet I’ve been maintaining and had lunch at Maro’s Bistro on Kerr Street in Oakville.
The Mediterranean food was excellent, and they have a wonderful vegetarian-friendly menu with plenty of delicious choices.
We wanted to celebrate the hard work both of us have put into coping with the very challenging side effects of ADT (Androgen Deprivation Therapy).
For those who may not know, ADT dramatically lowers testosterone.
For me, the physical side effects have included extreme fatigue, nausea, muscle loss, bone weakening, and—just in case that isn’t enough—loss of sex drive.
Oh, lucky me… and my wife. 😊
The cognitive side effects have also been very challenging. In many ways, they remind me of what I experienced after sustaining a severe Traumatic Brain Injury many years ago, especially the memory problems.
As we drove home along Kerr Street, we passed a restaurant that looked familiar.
I knew I recognized it, but I couldn’t remember why.
After some time had passed, the image of the restaurant unlocked a memory that had been buried for years.
I suddenly remembered that a close family member had worked there many years ago.
And in that moment, I was reminded that sometimes our memories aren’t truly lost—they’re simply waiting for the right moment to find us again. ❤️
